Being old was not so bad. Being forever stuck in the same age certainly could have been worse. He was still functional in all senses of the word and he thought he actually could age. He had never managed to live long enough to put it to the test. The curse had left him a lot more vulnerable to disease, blood loss and pretty mich anything that could kill him. It didn't stop him from taking risks though. At some point he became a bit of a living legend in the vampire community since he encountered a single vamp mulitple times after said vamp had witnessed him die. He got his fame.
He was wandering about London that day, playing with some knives. He was wearing a totally cool band shirt and torn jeans, the total rebel. He usually dressed nicer. He knew how to spot vampires so when he saw a very young specimen he couldn't help but walk up to him. "Blimey kid. You died young. What on earth happened to you?" Maybe he was rude but he hardly cared. "I'm Nine. I'm like from many cenuries ago. Nice to meet you." He said, holding his hand out. This was gonna be fun!!!
His mother was not in a good mood. Xavier didn't like it when she wasn't in a good mood. He wasn't sure what he had done to upset her, but it was probably something. Either way, the start of the day had been very unpleasant. Although that he knew it might make matters worse (might? Definitely, if he was caught) he slipped out of the house once he could.
Hood up to block his face from the sun, he wandered aimlessly through the streets, a little jumpy every time that someone passed him. Maybe he could find Raya... he wanted her. He jumped when some man started talking to him, eyebrows drawing together.
Taking a wary step back from the man, he eyed him. "How do you know that...?" he started, instead of answering the question. Many centuries? Woah. Woah. Could vampires really live to be that long? That was a question for later though, because right now the man was holding his hand out, and Xavier was a bit confused. Duke had taught him what a high five was, but this didn't look like a high five. "What are you doing with your hand?"
The little leech was so cute! Totally uneducated but ever so cute! Nine chuckled and grinned at him. "Oh it's easy if you know what took look for in vampies. Your lot of walking dead has physical trademarks. I learned to recognise them after a few hundred meetings. Got more sophisticated the last few centuries though. Well, some of em." He was not at all sure about the little bloodsucker after all. He could pitentially have been turned by accident and murdered everybody he loved in hungry freeding frenzy. Kid didn't look traumatised enough for that, which meant he had probably been turned on purpose. Such a freaky idea.
Nine grinned and let the hand drop. "Handshakes little bro! People do that when meeting these days. Not in Japam from what I gather. They kinda bow at each other. So much cooler. Anyway, you shake hands up and down as a social convention. We can do something else if you wish. Are you hungry?" He was only willing to function as emergency blood supply. Or for kiddo vamps of medium intelligent age. Baby and toddler vamps couldn't be controlled. Those were just too dangerous. This kiddo vamp seemed relatively smart at least. He had that much going for him if nothing else.
What Xavier was lacking in 'street smarts' he made up in book smarts. Social interactions were just really not something he was very familiar with, because his mother liked to keep him close. He hadn't really had a lot of friends. But he did read a lot. So that was something. He squinted at the man. "Your lot," he quoted. "Which means you're not a vampire. How can you be many centuries old, and not a vampire?" he crossed his arms over his chest.
He tilted his head to the side. "Why?" Wasn't that what waving was for? Or so Duke said. He didn't get all the hand things that people apparently did. It seemed a little bit pointless. He shrugged his shoulders. "A little. Not really." It had been a little bit since he'd fed last, but he was used to dealing with that. He'd last a bit longer.
If Nine replied honestly or seriously to all questions and lived an honorable life he certainly wouldn't be here. He had little to no sense of honesty and honour and the truth meant little to him. He wasn't the right type of parent for kids so he auapected his own had ended up arrested and all of that. So his answer was dishonest as usual and would make little sense. "Well I used to date death but we had a really bad break up. Now she refuses to come pick me up when I die so I'm cursed to rise from a seeming death evry time." Well the cursed part was true at least. The rest was utter nonsense.
Why did people shake hands? Nine had no idea why it was shaking hands so he shrugged. "Makes people feel comfortable if they know what other people expect them to do and what those other people will likely do. Makes social interaction easier if you know what to expect from either side. People seem to like that." He said carelessly as he flopped down on the pavement. He looked around for a second before he whipped out his wand and stole a beer by summoning it to himself. Especially muggles were easy to rob that way. He popped his bottle and took a swig. "So where are your parents or guardians? Little leeches like you don't generally pop out of the ground so you must have an interesting story." He said as ge prepared himself for being a little bit drunk. Just a little though. Twas ibteresting enough with baby leech around after all.
Xavier might have been small, but he wasn't an idiot. He was clever enough - and suspicious enough - to realise when some things just didn't make sense. Squinting at the man, he crossed his arms over his chest. "That's dumb," he said. "And rubbish." He was something of a tempermental child, and feeling as though people were being stupid, or lying to him, definitely made that flare up. "Answer the question properly," he demanded.
Xavier wasn't too good at the understanding people and social interactions thing. But he hadn't really had a lot of experience with people. His mother tended to keep him rather close to her. "Oh, okay," he said, thinking about that. He guess that it made sense? He wasn't really entirely sure. He squinted a little more when the man conjured a drink towards him. "I'm not a leech." That didn't make sense. "My mothers at home," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't have an interesting story." Did he? No, he didn't think so. He couldn't think of anything that would be interesting enough to tell.
The little bloodsucker didn't actually believe his story. Good for him! The temper? Less good for him. Nine rolled his eyes. "If that's all too hard to believe it's not likely you'll believe the truth." Nine said, all jokes aside. "Has anybody ever told you the story about the three brothers that wanted to cross a river that death guarded? The story of the deathly hallows?" He asked. He loved the story because he knew the story had a core of truth to it. People had always been afraid of death and had done everything to fight it off. These brothers and the one he'd stolen his ring from had tried the same with very different results.
"Both you and leeches drink the blood of humans. No ill intentions but survival but few people are fond of the idea." He said, explaining his comparison. He decided not to worry about the little one being on his own. He'd always have that problem and never get old enough to society to be on his own. It wouldn't be quite fair not to give the kid a chance to grow up. He nodded. "Well, if you're interested in a trade I'll tell you how I got like this and in return you tell me how you became a vampire. Does that sound like a fair deal?" He asked, approaching the little vampire more as an adult now. At least at some point the small boy would be an adult and he did deserve to be treated like at some point by at least one person. Nine was willing to be that.
Xavier continued to eye the man. Why would the truth be unbelievable? It was the truth. That was meant to be believable. "Yeah, I know the three brothers," he said, nodding. That was one of the books that Aaron had given him to read. He had liked it a lot. "They try to cheat death, and die anyway." Cheating death didn't seem very clever. Was that like what a vampire was though? Because he couldn't die by the usual means of old age. It was just some other things that could kill him instead. He frowned a little.
He squinted a little bit at the comparison. He guess it made sense. That didn't mean they were the same though. There was differences. A trade? He tilted his head to the side, and then nodded. How he became a vampire wasn't a secret. Was it meant to be a secret? He had told other people that had asked. He didn't mind. "Okay. Deal," he said firmly. He liked being given the option to make deals, and not just getting treated like he was really small.